515, Immortal Lord inheritance, Zhou Tian Divine Realm
"boom--"
Han Muye felt that his whole body was wrapped in a powerful force, and then the power of his blood was suppressed and returned to his body.
When he looked up, his body had transformed into a man wearing white clothes and carrying a sword box on his back.
It's just that the golden light flowing all over his body at this time, and the power of Baxia's bloodline intertwined, made him look like an incarnation of a divine beast and a great demon, not a human being.
He looked up and saw an old man wearing a moon-white robe sitting cross-legged on the bluestone in front of him.
The old man had white hair and a long beard, with a slight smile on his face. The bun on his head was held up by a wooden hairpin. The robe on his body looked like nothing more than a linen robe, hung loosely.
There was a small desk in front of the old man. On the desk were a small clock, a jade chime, a jade seal, and several open volumes.
When Han Muye raised his head, he met the old man's eyes. At that moment, it was as if his whole body was penetrated by the old man's clear gaze.
This shocked him all over, and he lowered his head unconsciously and turned his eyes away.
There were seven or eight other practitioners wearing various robes around the old man.
The auras of these people were restrained at this time, and their cultivation was completely invisible.
But these people are extremely popular, and the halo that flashes in their eyes seems to encompass all things in the world.
Who are these people?
What on earth is this place?
"sit."
The old man at the head raised his hand, and a green futon fell in front of Han Muye.
Everyone else has this futon.
Han Muye was still a little stunned. A middle-aged swordsman with a stern face next to him shouted impatiently: "You can sit down if the Immortal Lord asks you to do so. If you don't want the opportunity of the Immortal Lord to preach, don't delay us."
Immortal Lord?
What is this name?
Han Muye knew that the strongest cultivation state in the immortal world, surpassing the Golden Immortal, was the Daluo Golden Immortal.
Immortal Lord, is he Daluo Jinxian, or is he above Daluo Jinxian?
He bowed to the old man in front of him, then took a step and sat on the futon.
A message of pure heart came from the futon, causing his originally violent energy and blood to tremble slightly and slowly settle down.
The violent power around him seemed to be suppressed by the futon, and the area was peaceful.
The old man at the head nodded, glanced around, then spread out the books on the desk in front of him, raised his hand, and flicked his fingertips on the jade chime.
"when--"
The voice was long and melodious, seeming to vibrate from the bottom of my heart.
This sound instantly silenced Han Muye's turbulent energy and blood, his heart became clear, and the brutal killing in his eyes was suppressed.
The green-gray sword in his mind kept vibrating, and the sound of the sword that only he could hear came out, intertwined with the sound.
Just the sound of the jade chime is the power that can be connected with the sword that I have condensed.
How high is this old man's cultivation level?
"I preach once every 128,000 years. Some of you have heard me teach the Dharma five times, and some have heard it three times. Today, the ancient beasts came to listen."
The old man's voice was calm and filled with soothing peace.
His eyes swept across Han Muye's body, like running water.
"I preach and preach the Dharma without distinction. It all depends on chance. I have thirty-one disciples. The strong one is already the Great Luo Jinxian and is not far away from the position of the Great Luo Immortal King. The weak one——"
The voice paused, and Han Muye felt that all the eyes around him were focused on him.
This is a force that overturns the heaven and the earth and crushes it with countless giants.
It was as if the whole world had hit his chest in an instant. If it hadn't been for Ba Xia's strength, his body would have shattered into powder.
"Haha, if this little guy can enter my sect, he will be the weakest among them."
Get started and become a disciple of this powerful immortal who is in an unknown realm?
Above Daluo Jinxian, Daluo Immortal Lord is the disciple of this powerful man?
Han Muye didn't know where this place was, or who was listening and preaching.
But he knew that this was the opportunity that the Sky Monument brought to him.
Perhaps, this is the opportunity that the Baxia clan has always been burdened with.
Taking a gentle breath, he looked calm and sat still.
This look made the old man nodded slightly.
"Millions of years ago, when I was teaching the Dharma, I evolved the Zhoutian and set up a Zhoutian array. At that time, several disciples learned a little bit about it, and now they are able to control the Divine Realm and the Zhoutian."
"Unfortunately, the Zhoutian formation is too strong, and even the entire God Realm Zhoutian cannot fully deploy it."
"Today, I will tell you how to use the power of formation to mobilize the power of the heavens to create a killing formation."
Weekly formation?
Han Muye didn't know if there was any connection between this Zhoutian Formation and the Zhoutian Formation he had studied.
But he felt that the Zhoutian Formation he built might not be able to control the Zhoutian Formation in the God Realm.
Although he doesn't know where the God Realm Zhoutian is.
"I am practicing cultivation in the God Realm, and I cannot do without killing."
"There are countless tyrannical beasts in the ancient world, and there are even more innate gods and demons in the void world. We Qi practitioners like us must fight for and kill if we want a chance of survival."
There was a coldness in the old man's voice, and a cold and murderous aura enveloped him.
Rays of golden light appeared in front of everyone, and haloes shot out from the old man's hands.
Every halo of light is as cold as freezing the world.
When the halos are superimposed, the entanglement between the forces makes the body and soul seem to be torn apart and merged into it.
Han Muye had never seen this kind of power before.
He had no idea what kind of strong person could control such a powerful force.
The tiny bits of space shattered in the halo, and the fleeting light directly break the confinement of time.
Even the power of time and space was shattered in this light array.
Wouldn't such a formation be invincible?
"Isolate the power of heaven and earth and trigger the opportunity to kill. If this formation is completed, we will kill the immortals and kill the gods." A cold look flashed on the old man's face, and endless opportunities for killing were lingering.
The original peaceful appearance disappeared and turned into a young man in his thirties with black hair and a cold expression.
Han Muye didn't know what kind of power this manifestation was, but the guys around him were not surprised at all.
Others around him were looking at the light array in front of them in fascination, as if they could control the world if they could comprehend just a little bit of the power of this light array.
The light arrays are continuously superimposed, and the power of the surrounding heaven and earth already has an illusory and distorted feeling that it is about to be torn apart.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In front of you, the young man transformed by the old man stood up, with light shining all over his hands.
An extremely huge force is gathering and brewing.
The practitioners sitting on the futons all around stood up, their haloes flashed, and various magical powers protected themselves.
As far as Han Muye could see, he could see three extremely powerful treasures, three powerful men with extremely superb Taoist skills, and two swordsmanship masters. Their swords were protecting their bodies, swirling like smoke and dust.
Not far away, an old man in black robes was actually flashing with magic light.
As the immortal who taught the Dharma said, there is no distinction between teachings.
"Buzz——"
The suppressed power shook, and the Immortal Master showed a trace of regret on his face, looking up at the sky.
Above the sky, streaks of light shone and struck down, being blocked by curtains of light.
"Hmph, if I hadn't violated the rules, you juniors could be wiped out with just one hand."
With a cold snort, the light array in the Immortal Lord's hand slowly dispersed, and the surging power gradually disappeared.
His face and body transformed back into that of an old man with white robes and white beard, without the previous fierce killing.
But the stream of light outside the light curtain in the surrounding sky did not dissipate and was still stirring.
That kind of display of power seemed to shatter the world with one blow.
Those cultivators who stood up raised their heads, their eyes flashing with light. Some of them were already using their power, as if they were about to take action.
"Your character is not as good as this kid." The Immortal Lord shook his head and raised his hand.
The stars move, the sky and the earth rotate, and the surrounding void turns into emptiness.
With this wave of sleeves, it seems to be moving thousands of miles, more like the world is changing.
From the beginning to the end, Han Muye sat cross-legged without moving.
When he came here, the power he felt was so powerful that it completely surpassed his own cultivation and perception.
This is a world he has never been exposed to, and a world he cannot resist.
"If there is no opportunity for me, Tao Hongjing, to pass on to the Divine Realm, I will leave the Zhou Tian Divine Realm." The Immortal Master glanced at the people in front of him and narrowed his eyes.
"The world here is dependent on the God Realm. When you can control this world one day and break the barriers surrounding the God Realm, you will return to the God Realm."
"At that time, the entire world of the God Realm was nothing more than a muddy pond."
The Immortal Lord spoke, with a look of arrogance on his face.
Looking at the respectful people around him, he said calmly: "To fight with the God Realm Zhoutian, this killing formation is indispensable. How well have you mastered it?"
"Reporting to the Immortal Lord, this disciple can understand 30% of the formations." A Taoist with gray hair and gray robes in front raised his hand, and the light on his fingertips turned into formation patterns.
The array pattern was just now revealed, and the surrounding void was already shaking.
A halo of killing power blasted away around him.
Everyone was busy using their magical powers to protect their bodies.
Only Han Muye was sitting there cross-legged, his body full of energy and blood, and his shadow was stirring and shining.
"It's good to be able to remember 30%. This immortal-killing power can rival the Golden Immortal. Da Luo can also have a chance to escape." The Immortal Lord nodded and spoke softly.
The gray-robed old man looked happy and put away the formation pattern in his palm.
The other people all practiced, some mastered 20% of the formations, and some learned other great methods from them.
Overall, everyone has something to gain.
The Immortal Lord looked at Han Muye, who was sitting still, and said softly: "How much have you mastered in this formation?"
Hearing his question, everyone else turned to look at Han Muye.
How much do you have?
Han Muye closed his eyes slightly, and the light and shadow in his mind changed, and the huge and complicated superimposed array appeared.
But as soon as the formation came out, he was shaken all over and opened his eyes.
"Senior, I can't control this formation."
If he has enough cultivation, Han Muye can completely recreate this formation, but with his current strength, even one ten thousandth of this formation cannot be reproduced.
If it is forcibly exposed, the only possibility is that the soul will collapse and the body will turn into powder.
When he heard him say that he couldn't master it, the Immortal Master didn't say anything.
Others didn't care either.
Their cultivation level can only comprehend a little, let alone Han Muye, a prehistoric beast?
"Actually, this is also something I regret." The Immortal Lord raised his head and looked forward, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"My heritage is no worse than anyone else's, and I am no worse than the most powerful immortals of those Taoist sects. However, the Zhoutian Formation is too difficult to master. No one under my sect can understand it."
His words made everyone bow their heads and remain silent.
It is true that the Immortal Lord is extremely powerful, and the Zhoutian Formation is also extremely powerful.
But setting up this array is too expensive, and there are no disciples who can pass it on, so it is useless.
"Do you have any ambition to inherit my mantle?" The Immortal Lord looked at the crowd and spoke softly.
Pass on the mantle!
What an opportunity!
Han Muye turned to look at everyone, but no one nodded.
"Immortal Lord, my disciple is really stupid..." The old man who understood 30% of the Zhou Tian Formation said with a face full of shame.
Others were also silent.
Disciples who teach the Dharma and those who carry on the mantle are completely different.
The immortal sighed, waved his hand, and said calmly: "Let's go, let's go. If we are destined, we will see you again in 128,000 years."
Everyone looked at each other and bowed.
"Senior, I don't know why you want to leave your inheritance, and I don't know why you don't control a big force, but I have some suggestions."
At this moment, Han Muye, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly spoke up.
His words stunned everyone, and they all turned to look at him.
The Immortal Lord also looked at him with an indifferent expression, and then said: "Tell me about it."
Han Muye stood up and bowed his hands.
If you have an opportunity, fight for it.
Perhaps the mantle of this senior involves hardships and dangers, and others are unwilling to take it, but Han Muye feels that since he is in the right place, if he does not inherit this inheritance, he will give up the opportunity.
"Senior, although the teachings are good, they are just a reference for the powerful practitioners. I think, seniors have been teaching the teachings for countless years, so there should not be many people who really admit that they are senior disciples."
Han Muye raised his head and said softly.
These words made everyone around him stiffen slightly.
As Han Muye said, they are willing to get an opportunity to teach the Dharma, but they don't want to actually join the Immortal Master's sect.
The Immortal Lord snorted lightly but did not speak.
"Senior, since you are given the opportunity, why not be more thorough?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "If senior can reward various treasures that contain the inheritance of the road, so that practitioners in the world can have the opportunity to obtain it, so that listeners can have treasures to protect themselves -"
Han Muye's eyes turned to the small case in front of the Immortal Lord.
Everyone else's eyes lit up.
Any object in the hands of the Immortal Lord is a treasure. If it can be rewarded, one item can also revitalize the sect.
The Immortal Lord's gaze fell on Han Muye, and a deep halo flashed in it.
"It doesn't matter, these things are external to me."
"Let you practice in the fairy world, and I will give you some treasures."
He raised his hand and waved, and the jade chimes, bronze bells, jade swords and other objects on the small case in front of him flew out and fell in front of everyone.
Those who had planned to leave showed surprise on their faces.
Every treasure, to them, is a treasure that is hard to find in the world!
With such treasures protecting them, their cultivation path will surely be smooth.
Everyone raised their hands, one by one, to sort out the various treasures.
The Immortal Lord turned his head and looked at Han Muye, who had not received any of them. He said calmly: "Your cultivation is too shallow. You cannot control these treasures."
"You can take this Taoist book and read it first."
"After listening to a sermon, this futon is given to you."
After the voice fell, the Immortal Lord raised his hand and smashed the book in his palm into the void.
The scroll turned into a golden 100,000-foot stone tablet, pressing hard on Han Muye's back.
Han Muye's body transformed into the appearance of the mythical beast Baxia, with a huge monument on his back flashing golden light.
After doing this, the Immortal Master moved and dispersed gently.
From the beginning to the end, there was no mention of accepting Han Muye as a disciple, nor was there any mention of giving him any treasures. Instead, he was asked to carry a stone monument worth 100,000 feet.
"Haha, these little brothers, if you have the opportunity in the future, you can come to my Tianyu Palace as a guest."
"Little brother, Tian will never forget this opportunity today."
The few overhauls who had received the treasures handed over their hands to Han Muye, who was pressed under the stone monument, and then flew away.
Han Muye couldn't move, and his eyes fell on the jade-colored futon in front of him.
"I, Tao Hongjing, named Immortal Lord Tongtian, attained enlightenment eleven calamities ago. I was at odds with the gods and the heavens, and formed my own path."
"Today I accept you as my disciple and take up my mantle, are you willing?"
The voice of the Immortal Lord came to Han Muye's ears.
Before he could speak, the Immortal Lord's voice sounded again: "You can't keep this scroll, stele, and futon. The real treasure I leave to you won't be this little thing."
"I will carve the Zhoutian Formation on your back. When you understand the method of controlling the Zhoutian Formation, you will be able to control the Zhoutian Divine Realm."
A faint golden light penetrated the back armor of the beast transformed by Han Muye, and the mysterious halo slowly dissipated, eventually becoming invisible.
Han Muye was shaken all over, and the golden aura that had been surrounding him shone brightly and transformed into a teleportation formation again, wrapping his body.
"Leave a scroll and a monument."
"Leave the futon given by the Immortal Lord before leaving."